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Moving On…

Crying, sleeping; sleep and crying. And days go by Like the wonders of my past time. Chasing all the way to their end All I meet with is unsettling guilty bends. There’s so much that I dream for, And on and on, the trains pass off slow, But streaming soon, I wish to reach up the moon, But it’s so far way , That I leave the chase to another day. And on and on, the trains keep passing me by; My dreams pile up like fossilized happiness, deep in the ocean’s eyes,While I wait for that perfect moment when you and I may collide.

Voices speak to me sometimes, How this is wrong, that I may fall. But I think I have finally found my stop. The station is onwards, I can sense it. Writing it all is such a cathartic blessing. Because you made me realize that pain is a gift, Something beyond beautiful, a pleasurable drift. Like those trains, I pass by you And now you don’t seem that important anymore; Once my muse, I don’t feel those emotions, So, I catch up with the trains and stream ahead. See, moving on is a crazy thing; It leaves you with a new passion, good music And better things to live onwards with.